Alex^^

I hated this. I hated acting meek. And I hated that he thought he had won. But I needed to heal and find a way out of here. And I needed to be 100% if I was going to survive. If that means making him think I have submitted to him, so be it.

I am my mother's daughter and I will not break.

The past 2 days we haven't left the room. Someone leaves meals on a cart outside the door and he brings it in and takes it out. He does work on his laptop and phone while I stare out the window or read.

I'll give Xavier credit. When he helped me bathe he didn't look or try to take advantage.

He's been treating me like glass and I'm starting to think I have stalkhome syndrome. I catch myself thinking about him, how cute he looks when he's sleeping, how his right eyebrow raises when he's reading an email that's annoying him, how he runs his hand down his face when he's stressed and it's starting to scare me. A part of me doesn't want to leave his side.

I haven't spoken unless I've had to. I was so upset to learn that I had been in a coma for 3 weeks. I had lost too much time. It was August now. I should be moving into my dorm and meeting my new room-mate. Instead I'm locked in a castle. I've never related to a Disney princess as much as I do now. Only instead of waiting for a prince to save me, it was the prince holding me hostage.

I can walk just fine on my own now and my muscles are less stiff than they were. The doctor comes in and checks on me twice a day. I have yet to look at my back. I'm afraid too.

"I thought maybe I could take you for a tour of the house, if you want." Xavier said breaking the silence.

"Can I get ready first?" I asked not looking at him.

"Whatever you want to do is fine baby." He said

I clinched my fists at him calling me that. I hated it, but a part of me, a small part liked it. Holding my tongue was a lot harder than I ever imagined.

After taking a shower and putting on yoga pants and an over-sized long sleeved shirt I braided my hair to one side and put on some sneakers.

He opened the door for me and we started the tour.

I thought maybe it would do her some good walking around. She'll get some exercise and hopefully I'd get her to talk to me. I should have taken her on this tour along time ago. This is her home as well as mine.

I was dying to know what the note meant. Michael had given it to me. While Alex was in the cell she begged him to send it to her Mother if she died. Her mother's Address was written on the back. And after a quick internet search I knew her mother's name, her siblings names, her nieces and nephews as well as her full name. Alex stood for Alexandria. I loved saying her name. It suited her.

What the hell did Apples mean. It was driving me crazy.

I started the tour on our floor showing her where Mom and Dad's room was as well as the library and the music room.

As we headed to the elevator my Father stepped out and Alex ran to him hugging him. He hugged her back around her shoulders careful of her back.

After their fishing trip they had become close. My Father had mentioned how her Dad wasn't in her life. I hope she'll one day consider my father hers.

"I've missed you little one." He said

"I've missed you too Eddie." She said looking up at him with a smile for the first time.

I raised an eyebrow at my Father he never let anyone call him that, he always said he hated it.

I thought you hated to be called that. I told him through the mind-link.

I do, but not when she says it. He answered back.

We continued on with the tour, smiling and saying hello to everyone was passed. I could feel the packs excitement to get to see their Luna and future Queen. At one point she even held on to my arm. By the time we were finished I realized it had taken 4 hours. I've lived here all my life so I never really noticed how big it was until now.

Seeing him interact with everyone here and getting to meet people, it wasn't hard to see how everyone respected him. Everyone seemed well taken care of. A part of me liked him a little more.

People addressed me as Luna. I still don't know what the hell that means.

When we returned to the room and he shut the door, I took my shoes off and I couldn't take it anymore. I walked over to him and hugged him. At contact with him as per-usual my skin tingled at the contact that I only get with his touch. I don't know why, call me insane, but I just needed comfort that I somehow knew I could only get from him.

He seemed shocked at first, other than wrapping around him like a vine in my sleep this is the first time I was awake and voluntarily touching him.

He wrapped his arms around me and guided us to the couch. He sat down and positioned me on his lap. He didn't say a word, for which I was thankful for. He just let me nuzzle my face into his neck. His chest started to vibrate, I noticed he does that when he's happy.

All it took was a few minutes for all the tension and stress of everything to melt away. He felt like home. I felt safe. I felt loved. And I wanted to cherish the feeling.

I was surprised to say the least when she came over to me and hugged me. I relished the feeling and my wolf started to purr when she nuzzled into me. Not a few minutes later she had fallen asleep.

I grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and placed it around us, then settled in. Content and happy.

I just hope this means we still have a fighting chance.